poetry
Jataka Bandi
Awareness

As time slips by, unnoticed, in its climb.
Hoping for your glance, a moment to see,
But you’ve departed, and I’m left to be.
Awareness, a gift, so natural and true,
Yet ignorance prevailed, leaving me blue.
Be yourself always, strive until you find,
In every moment, your peace of mind.
Cleansing

In the heart of the chilling mountain's hold, A burning volcano, fiery and bold. Pretend not to laugh, yet a smile's embrace, Touches the soul with gentle grace. Routine cleansing, inside out, Keeps spirits high, erases doubt. Lighting paths for self and others to see, Appreciating life's beauty, wild and free.

